Through withered branches, shadows lengthen
Sky has turned to golden dust
Showing full the Maker’s touch
Glistening glory, field and basin.
In this perfect moment, muffled
Breath is carried on the wind
Sounds are softened, but a strand
Of note and measure clearly told.
Angelic chorus, cautious stepping
Voices carried over snow
Treading icy rush below
They cross the river, frozen, happy.
Warm the frost with carols bright!
Hear their heavenly melody!
Watch their faces, joyful, free
Singing to the waning light!
“Lovely, lovely, ever lovely
Full of graceful elegance!
Rise to seek our audience
Fading dusk to joyful dawn!”
See them march in steady rhythm
Disappear into the night
And now the evening marks our flight
But sing we still that morning hymn.
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